Notes: Spoilers for the larger work, hosted at The Dark Arts,
http://www.thedarkarts.org/authorLinks/Lucia_Di_Me...">here.
On that hoary hill, cast in halves by Diana’s glow, did we learn the staggering dance of old.
What boils in the blood is the wisdom hidden there. And by the by, he sinks – earth stained, craven; and tears onwards towards sanctuary.
In this flight, mutiny of old rises anew, and quickly she does trail at his heels.
This is the nature of chaos; that sure step and dragging mantle of night that peers over the horizon.
Sentient, it hangs above the line of trees.
And softly, she whispers to him in the stillness of an aching breath that dwells for a mere moment before gaping open, raw and unadorned…
Ashes.
